Snippet #1877997

Kira had been sitting in a field in a park in London. She had been counting supplies, stuffing them into a bag, only to pull them out and count again. "Well, I'm screwed" She thought to herself. She had barely enough water and food too last two days.

"Mine as well go searching for food" She mumbled. As she clambered to her feet. As she was walking, she spotted a crowbar and the side of the road. As she picked it up, she heard a deep growl come from behind her. As she spun on her feet, she yelped in terror. Two infected's were making there way torwards here, the distance between them gradually growing smaller.

"Shit!" She cursed, and started to swing to crowbar. "What next?". The two bodies finally reached her, and were reaching out torward her. Kira had minimal fighting experience, so she just kept swinging the crowbar blindly. Miraculously, she hit one in the head, and it dropped to her feet. She was finally able to get a good look at one of them, since all of her attention was on one now. She gasped at what she saw. Decaying skin, inhards dangling out of it's stomach, lifeless eyes. She began to swing harder, hoping to get the image out of her head. This one was stronger than the last though, obviously a newer infected, and didn't go down without a fight.

"Damnit! Die already!" She yelled at it. With one final blow to the head, it's skull caving in with the weight of the crowbar, the infected went down. Tears began to leak out of Kira's eyes, but it wasn't long before she heard a distressed yell, and began to run torwards it. "There are others!" She thought excitedly.

When she reached her destination from where she thought she heard the yell, she was greeted with the sight on an unconcious boy, roughly the same age as her, with his head bleeding. She scrambled torwards him, kneeling at his head. She slowly picked up a hand, checking for a pulse. As soon as she felt one, excitment flowed through her. "I'm not alone!" She though. She searched though her bag for her first aid kit.

'Don't worry. I'm going to patch you up" She said to the boy, knowing he couldn't hear her. When she was finished wrapping his head in a bandage, she laid him down flat, using her backpack as a pillow for him. "I'm not alone" She thought again, and smiled, leaning back, and waiting for the boy to wake.